I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Sunday, February 14, 2021

Valentines from Hell

 

February 14, 2014  (I was 69)

 

 Valentines from Hell

 

At last a place no matter

what you do nobody’s looking

And there is no one to care

 

No lust unsatisfied

is no lust at all

Appetite alas

requires hunger

 

A day of debauchery

and mourning

the death of love

 

Maid you have made

the repressive

less excessive

 

He’s in love

poor devil

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